They all call me Great Master-Chapter 571 - 568 Arthur: I Never Deceive the Poor!

Arthur's voice was very low, audible only to the two of them, yet his enunciation was clear.

Marinda confirmed that she hadn't heard wrong.

The game Arthur was playing turned out to be 'ownership of Old Town'!

What about 'eating the same meal following someone'?

A joke, right?

Was the surprise to come?

Marinda was still pondering.

A smile had begun to curve the corners of Arthur's mouth.

"You can't be serious, you can't be serious~

Dear, did you really believe I was doing this just for a meal? You believe the Spirit Medium? Now, I'm beginning to regret working with you, and even more regretting giving you half of the 'Old Town ownership.'

After all, I thought you'd guessed it already."

As he said this, Arthur's gaze fixed on Marinda.

It seemed as if he was observing whether Marinda had truly failed to discern his real intentions.

Marinda, who had been deep in thought, immediately scoffed at his scrutinizing gaze—

"Of course I knew what you wanted to do.

Moreover, if I'm the candidate, it's because only I will do, not because you're willing to split it fifty-fifty with me.

You're not that generous!

No doubt, with Madam Susan stepping forward, you must have been marked by that person.

But I'm different!

Although I'm also being watched by that person, I still have room to maneuver, and just as you said, Urs is a fresh face.

He's very suitable!" The lady asserted with certainty.

Undoubtedly, this lady trusted Arthur's argument.

No!

It should be what she believed to be Arthur's argument.

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To this, Arthur showed no surprise.

If he dared to bring Marinda along, dared to use Marinda's manpower to manage the underground world of Old Town, he naturally had ample confidence.

He was not one to lose the greater for the less.

Merely Old Town!

Not worth turning against Marinda!

Therefore, at the very beginning of the plan, Arthur had been prepared to give half of the underground world's profits of Old Town to Marinda.

And that was enough to make Marinda believe that he, Arthur, had long been strategizing.

Wasn't that so?

Fujin and Wuni.

Kuliqi and Kiri.

His two crows and two dogs had all put in the effort.

And him?

He was orchestrating the whole game.

Wasn't that worth half of Old Town's underground world profits?

Although he didn't manage it personally, only took the money, he had used his brain.

Yes.

He had also moved his mouth.

Moreover, he had taken out an insurance policy for himself.

The Old Town Police Station!

Once Malz's confidants began to replace the staff of the Old Town Police Station, the entirety of Old Town was bound to become yet another backyard of his.

As for actually having the corresponding manpower to manage Old Town?

Ha, who is Marinda?

Is she related to him, Arthur?

Thinking this way in his heart, Arthur cast a slightly suspicious glance at Marinda.

Marinda felt a flicker of unease.

She had lied.

She truly had not discerned Arthur's real intentions.

Though she had just acted as if she had guessed, she really hadn't before.

Because of this, Marinda privately chastised herself for her lack of keen observation and for misjudging the relationship between them.

That's right!

Now her power and Arthur's were intertwined, completely like interlocking teeth, the one flourishing with the other's flourishing, and suffering with the other's suffering.

With such a premise, how could Arthur possibly 'play' with her.

'I must remember this! I absolutely cannot make the same mistake again! I must trust Arthur!' Marinda thought to herself.

Arthur swept a glance over Marinda's expression and chuckled inwardly.

She passed the test! Not that Marinda was too naive, but the price Arthur offered was high enough.

The human world is just that realistic.

Not just 'the highest bidder wins.'

But also 'the highest bidder sleeps'!

And 'the highest bidder sleeps again'!

As long as there are enough benefits, even the most obviously fake lie can seem real, and even the usually clever-minded will become dull in the face of immense benefits, doubting their judgment, not to mention the 'herd effect' that comes with more people joining.

A little inducement can attract a crowd.

Or rather...

A million can leverage a billion.

Some games are just like passing the parcel.

Everyone knows this.

But no one thinks they will be the last to hold it.

Of course, Arthur was different.

Arthur never exploited the poor.

The poor barely have any money

Arthur also wouldn't extensively exploit the "rich".

It wasn't that he didn't want to.

It was that he couldn't handle it.

And Marinda was just right.

He and Marinda had a "fairly solid foundation of trust"; as long as he "maintained it well", it would be an unending supply.

Arthur was optimistic about Marinda's present and future.

Come on, Marinda!

For my future!

You must work hard!' thought Arthur, his gaze already shifting to the corner of the room.

He saw Acker, who had reappeared there.

At this moment, Acker had once again taken on that honest and simple appearance.

"Father!"

Upon seeing Acker, Alvin and Alma immediately ran over.

The attentive Alma immediately noticed the stains on Acker's clothes.

"Did those bad guys also make a move on you, Father?"

Upon hearing his sister's words, Alvin then noticed the shoeprints on their father's clothes—despite being brushed off, the faint traces were still there.

"Damn bastards!"

Alvin cursed.

Rechelier, standing nearby, stepped forward.

Not only because Malz had begun investigating the case and had no time to pay him any mind, but also because this Old Town Police Chief spotted the reporters from Shire District.

"Are you all right?

Did you suffer any losses?

Please let me know and I will compensate you," said the Old Town Police Chief courteously.

No--it's unnecessary," stammered Acker, looking frightened.

Rechelier was pleased with this reaction.

In Old Town, the civilians always looked at him with that same expression.

This greatly satisfied his vanity.

If it weren't so filthy and dirty here, he would definitely visit more often each month.

Of course, he would never initiate a conversation with any of the civilians.

They just needed to look at him with reverence.

However, the current situation was different.

There was Lord Kledos watching.

And there were the surrounding reporters.

Therefore, the Old Town Police Chief once again smiled and said---

"Thirty Suo, two pounds of meat, ten eggs, ten pounds of fine flour."

Acker still spoke with a stammer.

Without any hesitation, Rechelier pulled out five gold notes and placed them in Acker's hands.

The Old Town Police Chief wouldn't care about five gold notes.

Similarly, this Old Town Police Chief also believed that Acker, who looked so honest and upright, would not deceive him.

"That's too much! You don't need to give so much!"

Acker continued to protest.

This made Rechelier even more certain that he hadn't been deceived.

Then, the Old Town Police Chief turned to Arthur, flashing a humble smile.

"You should thank this gentleman!

He is the one who truly saved your life!" Rechelier said loudly.

Look, Rechelier is not worthless.

At the very least, he knew how to use this opportunity to curry favor with Kledos, which would showcase his own virtues and gain the favor of the Kledos Family.

He was indeed brilliant.

Thinking this, the distant relative of Baron Hausman couldn't help a self-satisfied smile.

Meanwhile, Acker had already approached Arthur nervously, hands shaking and mouth stumbling over words—

"Thank you, I am so grateful!

I don't know how to properly thank you!"

"You want to repay me?" asked Arthur with a smile.

The performing Acker was taken aback, but quickly nodded.

"Yes!

Is there anything you need me to do?

Please tell me!

I will do my utmost!" said Acker.

Hearing these words, Arthur's smile grew even brighter.

Then the young Spirit Medium, observing the disguised assassin, slowly began to speak.